Ethan Switch - Wednesday, December 27, 2006 - 19:40:14
Festering and leeching on the constraints of the pack, a few, wavy in neck hair as they are hirsute from the brow to the chin, take issue with their closeted minds. Considered the retards of the society, paths they break knuckle deep in the dirt. Dead giveaway to the pool and a certain liability for all concerned.
Pitched in the bleak heart of breakfast, the drains and drags drink a hearty feast of silt and moss. (Moss being grown on the side of their heads for the rocks in the area are far too dry.)
Read the rest of Evening again and the clowns on the coast roll in
Ethan Switch - Monday, December 25, 2006 - 23:22:30
No rest for the wicked as the bodies roll into the death hold for the end of year holiday road toll. Sweating nothing but the space in the morgue, the kick into the dent of population continues a hearty pace. As the nation gears on for the Christmas fattening of their pouches, the wheels continue rolling away long after the cinders and ash.
Currently reading out with 20 on a nationwide scale, it's New South Wales showing the skid marks what for heading 7 into the mix. Queensland are hot on the death trail with 5 body bags as Victoria doubles the English rude salute to perch the cliff's edge on 4. South Australia and Tasmania pile on with 2 each and merry the way down the line.
Read the rest of Crashing is all part of that Christmas spirit and soul
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, December 20, 2006 - 23:35:36
Wet is the water on the weather weathering the feather of the nature that breaks a neck with such casual parlance. Feeding and a fuelling, cast offs are driving it all to the edge of the water and when it hits it hits with a slip into a trip that flips the hips.
And snap.
Read the rest of Afternoon ghouls soon pocket another
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, December 13, 2006 - 23:02:51
Change of pace as outer space takes a case to offload and unload. A veritable smorgasbord of frogs, toads and green lily pads. Heavy with wet and sopping with moisture, the rain rains and rains until it rains no more.
Dry earth throws up from the onslaught. A bloated feeling at the water table, too long, too far apart and the heart of it convulses on the rhythm of rejection.
Read the rest of Frogs wash down
Ethan Switch - Monday, December 11, 2006 - 07:00:44
Lower the toll with a pram on stroll and take a break from the forward looking stakes to help yourself out when alighting with a mind behind the trains.
Kindly social interactions are down on liability and the hope that a stranger will help a mother out on moving the pram from train board to the station floor is futile. Vicious is the world and manners are first to fall.
Read the rest of Help yourself on and off trains when pramming around
Ethan Switch - Sunday, December 10, 2006 - 21:14:14
On the end of the night of the New South Wales State Poetry Slam Final, one Geoff Lemon, from the below blue borders of Victoria, jumps away winner supreme over the poetry night's cream.
Joseph Appleby, not far behind in line, takes a beat to shuffle the feet on the feat as runner-up of said meet.
Read the rest of Victorious Lemon leaves with NSW Poetry Slam Final
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, December 6, 2006 - 23:59:27
Down in the dirt, with the speckles of dust rusting out the wrinkles in the skin, there is no reason for the beautiful to consider themselves in any way out and apart from the lines that course through the jungle thrush and arid landscape.
Harsh conditions rip and tear down any effacing features. The great equalizer is that which chooses not to discriminate on the basis of any factor. Wild, small, large or tall, the truth of the matter crumbles in any argument. No debate is worth the bother as the end result is as much a blanket bowl in the mouth as a limb bending backwards to sideways.
Read the rest of Kind face wouldn't last long in the sun
Ethan Switch - Friday, December 1, 2006 - 23:20:08
Shake down above the ground, the week is weak of the heart as the lead takes a stand and falls back into the fray. Or at least what passes the muster under the colonel.
Leader of the children, dressed in a yellow skivvy since rebirth, Greg Page of The Wiggles. Page takes down a step from the act off on a chronic health problem in no way related to the chronic, problematic nonetheless for his health and well being. Standing room only, no moving or jumping about. And into the slip, the next new yellow is Sam Moran. Understudy no more, now the leader of the pack.
Read the rest of Heading a Wiggle, a wobble and the Walkleys wake
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